Just a Hole

I met Sam at work a few years ago. We got on quite well and would often go for drinks over the weekend when he wasn't hooking up. I had broken up with my girlfriend about 6 months before and wasn't really actively looking for anything beyond something casual.

Sam had once suggested that I should try hooking up with guys to take some of the pressure off but I didn't swing that way. He was a big guy and built, standing at about 6.2 and blonde. I often would tease him that he came across as more straight then I did even though I knew he was in high demand with men. To be fair, I think I overplayed my straightness with him sometimes, especially when I was trying to hook up with girls at the bars we would occasionally frequent. I don't think he minded but I could sometimes lay it on a bit too thick, to the evident disgust of some of the girls.

I was about to fly to Europe on Monday for a much needed extended vacation and would pretty much be out of contact with my family and friends for about a month.

It was the Friday night before and I had joined Sam at a bar on the outskirts of town. A group of girls had joined us at our table and I was teasing Sam about how gay he was in an effort to impress them, especially Ursula. She was gorgeous but with a slight edge to her. She reminded me of the girls in high school who had experimented with paganism and witchcraft in their rebellious stage.

Sam was being good natured about the whole thing but when I made a comment about him being gay because of the small size of his dick, I could see it touched a nerve with Ursula. I was a few drinks in at that point and things were becoming a bit fuzzy. At one point, I meant to touch her waist but ended up grabbing her ass instead. I was mortified, and I saw I had completely blown my chance with her. Later in the evening, as Sam and I were leaving, she took my head in her hands and pulled me down to look into her eyes. I noticed a strange purplish glow at the back of her pupils as she whispered something under her breath that seemed to echo weirdly across the room. As she let me go, she said something around me learning a lesson on what it's like to be manhandled. I had clearly drunk way too much.

I was too drunk to drive home and ended up crashing on Sams couch that night. Sam took his shirt off before jumping into the shower and I have to admit I was impressed by his chest. The guy was seriously built. That was the last thing I remembered before passing out. Oddly, I still seemed to hear Ursulas whisper echoing in my head.

The next morning

I woke up and could instantly tell something was wrong. My body felt oddly limp and I couldn't quite work out where I was. I opened my eyes but everything seemed to be covered by a weird pinkish substance. It looked like skin. I tried to move my arms but my body just twitched helplessly. My arm's didn't seem to be working nor were my legs. I couldn't work out what was happening. The best I could seem to do was just spasm but all that seemed to achieve was just the same twitching movement.

Slowly, the skin covering my eyes seemed to retract a bit and I could see a bit clearer. All I could see was some kind of fabric covering me. Like I was under a large tent. It looked like a duvet cover but it was huge, the perspective was all wrong. It looked like Sam's duvet cover that I had seen the night before. I could also make out two muscular thighs stretching out in front of me but again, they seemed gigantic. I could just make out the large feet at the end of the legs, clearly a man's.

I couldn't make out what was happening. I tried saying something and then noticed that I had no nose. What the fuck had happened to my face? All I could make out was a smooth expanse of bright pink skin. I could move my lips but they seemed completely strange, like they were standing on end. I felt a bit of fluid dripping out of my mouth but I couldn't close it. It tasted oddly sweet.

All of a sudden, the fabric moved out of my vision and the gigantic legs were moving. My vision shifted, tossing and tumbling and I seemed to be on the move. My body bounced back and forth against each massive thigh as I struggled to get my bearings. The next thing i could make out was that my body was being gripped in what seemed like a massive hand. I was staring down into a massive porcelain bowl and I felt a wave of pressure pass through my body from the inside. A stream of salty fluid erupted out of my mouth into the bowl for an eternity. I stopped, the hand gripping me whipped me up and down a few times and I was then on the move again, bouncing uncontrollably with each massive step.

I could now make out the room I was in, it looked like Sam's room. I saw a massive mirror and a giant looking at himself. It was Sam, naked. I was in Sam's room in front of his mirror with Sam standing there. But where was I?

It hit me. The massive thighs, the weird perspective. My floppy body. I was in Sam's cock.

I was Sam's cock.

What the fuck.

I tried moving again, jerking spasmodically. I could see Sam's cock twitching in the mirror.

I felt like I was passing out. I tried speaking, yelling, nothing came out. I felt the grip of a hand again and saw in the mirror that Sam was idly rubbing his cock, rubbing me, lifting me up to face the ceiling and dropping me again.

I was smaller than I thought Sam's cock would have been. Delicate and pale nestled between his muscular thighs.

Sam got back into bed, the duvet filled my vision again and the skin covered my eyes again. It was his foreskin. My foreskin? I couldnt... this didnt make sense. Everything went dark.

I woke up to the sound of water. My body was being gripped again. My vision cleared and I saw a hand filled with soap coming towards me. Sam was showering, washing himself, washing me. My body seemed to get a bit tighter, a bit fuller. I could see him in the mirror opposite. I was being scrubbed from head to toe, no, head to root. I could feel it when he started washing his balls. Wait, I could feel his balls? They felt like my balls but grown to enormous proportions. I saw in the mirror that they were proportional to his size but I guess they felt huge because of my relative size to them.

Sam stopped washing me. I watched him in the mirror. I tried speaking to him to get this attention but still nothing. I watched him take a handful of the liquid soap and start to lather his butt cheecks. He had a great ass, muscled and smooth.

His hand went deeper into his crevice. I could see his fingers start to rub up and down his crack. I felt the weirdest sensation, like i was being rubbed from the back. Then I felt as if I was being probed by something enormous. Oh my god, I could feel him washing his hole. Was I his anus as well? It felt soo good. A bit of liquid filled my mouth and I couldnt stop it dripping out. It was precum. Fuck me, I was dripping precum out of my mouth in response to Sam's hole being rubbed.

I tried to make sense of this. How could I possibly be in Sam's cock, balls and asshole. How could I be Sam's cock? Ursula!! She had done something to me the night before. She said she was going to teach me a lesson. Was I going to be stuck like this? Not being able to say anything? I started to panic again.

We were heading out the shower and Sam was drying me with a towel. I saw him lift a pair of bright pink swim trunks towards me. My foreskin covered my face and I passed out again.

I woke up to a sensation of strong pressure all over me. I was being rubbed again, much harder than earlier. I could smell the sea. The light streaming through Sam's trunks gave everything a pink glow. The pressure moved down towards my/Sam's balls. I was being gripped hard. Squeezed and pulled. I could feel my body getting tighter again, fuller. I felt muscular, but also tight. I was becoming erect. God, what was happening.

I could hear kissing sounds above me as my body became tighter and tighter. I was pushing against the bright pink fabric and was starting to pant. Waves of pleasure spread down my whole body and I couldn't think straight. My head felt like it would explode with the tightness and my mouth was starting to fill with that same sweet liquid as before.

We started to move again. I could hear Sam talking to someone but I couldn't make out what was being said. The other voice was deep and strong. Flip, Sam had been making out with a guy while I was being groped. A guy had been rubbing me. Worse, I had enjoyed it. My body lost some of its tension as we moved but I continued to feel sparks of pleasure run up my body.

We stopped. The bright pink trucks dropped out of view. My body surged up. I was erect, standing up straight. I could see the other guy. He was handsome, shorter than Sam but his body was even better defined. It looked like he was carved out of marble. The waves of pleasure started to overwhelm me and a stready stream of fluid started to drip out of my mouth.

I was facing the guys crotch, clad in dark wet swimtrunks. He was clearly packing. I saw we were standing in a large outdoor shower that was fenced off by modern looking wooden boards.

He dropped his swimtrunks and his dick flopped out. It was huge, clearly much bigger than Sam's. No, much bigger than me. My body surged again and I could feel it start to rise to the sky. My head started to point forwards. I was pulsing, bobbing up and down with each wave of pleasure. My body felt impossibly tight and muscular. I was rock hard. My ball's felt like they were contracted tight underneath me and I could feel a weird empty and itchy sensation at the back. My ass, no, my hole. I felt so empty back there, and I was starting to twitch. Oh god, my asshole was horny. What was going on? Is this what gay guys felt when they wanted to be fucked?

I'd always assumed that Sam was a top with his size but maybe I was wrong? The other guy was not even fully erect. His cock hung down impossibly long and thick. It looked powerful but relaxed. Like it knew it was the bigger dick here. I'd never even seen such a big cock in person before. I couldn't stop looking at it. I was so hard and I felt like I needed to be filled. I tried focusing on something else but my entire body was pointed towards him. No matter which way I looked, he hung there menacingly in the corner of my eye. He?

Sam started to approach the other guy. His body was really unbelievable. Because of Sam's height, I was higher than the other cock and looked down on him. I was shoved up against the other guys hip, and I started to feel a strange shyness. Like I couldn't look at the other cock without acknowledging how it made me feel, tingly and expectant. I felt a deep thrum of pleasure shoot through me and I dripped again, smearing on the guy's hip.

I had seen dicks before, but I had never reacted this way before. My hole felt hungry. Sam ran his hand over me before reaching for the other cock. I bobbed up and down as he let me go. I had a long line of precum running out my mouth that wouldnt fall away completely.

The other guy grabbed me again, gentler this time. He was jerking me off. I couldn't explain how that felt, the pressure, like I was being gently coaxed forward and then pushed back again. I shivered with the sensation. He only did it for a minute or so before letting me go. My whole body arched up again as he let me go and I couldn't help but stare at his body.

He was slimmer than Sam but still incredibly built, his jawline looked sharp and his eyes looked piercing. His pec's were full and I could count each of his individual abs. Despite his compact size, he looked like the epitome of virility.

Sam let go of the guy's cock, it continued to hang there fully, too heavy to stand up in contrast to my aching curvature. I couldn't help but contrast our sizes. I was slim and embarassingly hard. I guessed I was a decent size but compared to him, I felt dainty and feminine. Bobbing up and down in eagerness where he just seemed to wait there in stolid anticipation. Certain of his place in the hierarchy.

I again realised I was thinking of his cock as if it was independent from the guy. Separate to him in the same way I was to Sam, who incidentally started to shove me against him again. Up and down, I was still feeling that strange shyness as my face was rubbed into his shaft over and over again, coating it in precum. I felt like I was blushing.

Sam all of a sudden gripped both the cock and I in his big hand, hard. My face was shoved into his head and his large head completely overwhelmed my vision.

I heard a new voice, much deeper than both the guys and Sam's.

'You ready for this, baby?' My mouth dripped again but I couldnt make sense of where the voice was coming from.

'I'm going to make you feel so good.' Was that the cock? Was he like me? Someone transformed.

'You can talk?' Wait, I could talk? My voice sound different to my ears. Breathy and small, almost feminine in tone. The bigger Cock scoffed. 'Of course I can talk baby, you bottoms always seem surprised when top's show a bit of intelligence. Doesn't stop you from cumming all over once I'm fucking you though'.

I could barely respond as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. I stuttered out 'I'm not a bottom, I'm straight.' So I could talk... but only to other cocks?

'If you say so, baby, you're so hard you look like you could hammer nails. You're dripping so much I could practically use your precum as lube. You're not going to have much say in it anyways in a few minutes.'

'Wait,' I said 'Are you like me?' He merely chuckled, flexing slightly before saying 'No, baby, we are not the same.'

Before I could respond, Sam let go of us and I arched up high in the air again. The Cock had become even larger and harder. I realised it was barely erect before and shuddered at how much larger it was than me. I couldn't believe a cock could get that big. 'Oh yes, boy, your owner is about to show you who's in charge here'

I all of a sudden shifted as the Cock seemed to recede into the distance above me. I was now close to the ground, still curved up facing the sky. My balls throbbed close to my shaft and I could feel a pulse running through my body, into my hole behind me which twitched in rhythm to my bobbing.

I understood now. Sam was on his knees and I watched him lick all over the Cock before taking it into his mouth. I seemed to be gushing precum and I felt overwhelmed by waves of pleasure running from my root to my head. I could see Sam sucking the Cock like a complete pro, worshipping it with his mouth. My face tightened impossibly, and I felt like was about to explode. Sam gripped me hard at the root, placing a thumb hard against the top of my shaft. The pressure eased a bit and I realised he had just stopped me from cumming.

I couldn't believe that I was going to cum just from Sam giving head. Did it always feel this good going down on a dick? The Cock dripped with saliva as Sam's head bobbed up and down. I could see that it was fully erect now, standing perpendicular to the guy. The guy gripped Sam's head in his hands before taking control, shoving the Cock in and out of Sam's mouth who started to gag.

With each thrust into Sam's mouth, I got even tighter. I could now clearly see how much larger the Cock was than me. Impossibly big and hard.

The Cock popped out of Sam's mouth and I saw Sam wipe his mouth with the back of his hands, reminding me of some of my favourite porn stars. The other guy bent over and hooked his hands under Sam's armpits, pulling him up. I bumped into the underside of the Cock hard enough to hurt. The Cock said 'Now it's time for you to see how different we are.'

I was turned around and pointed at the wall. Sam's torso came closer to my face. He was bending his upper body with his hands on the wooden slats. The top of my head tapped against his belly.

My vision faded briefly and came back into view, completely changed. Disorientated, I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. It was the Cock pushing forward into my face, into my mouth.

My mouth seemed completely different, rounder and tighter, but somehow loose.

It hit me, I was looking out from Sam's hole. My mouth was his hole. I could still feel my cock and balls behind me, bobbing up and down in harmony with my twitching and itchy lips.

I was Sam's hole.

And I was empty. So empty.

My lips tingled and twitched in anticipation. Anticipation of what? Did I want this, putting two and two together? I didn't feel straight at that point. Shame seemed to pulse deep inside me with each nuzzling motion of the Cock in my lips. I had never felt this level of horniness before.

The Cock pulled back and I saw two gigantic fingers thickly covered in fluid come towards me. They rubbed all over my lips, coating them, before shoving in. I resisted briefly but the lube helped push them in and I could feel my mouth grip them tightly as they moved in and out.

I needed cock. I couldn't believe it. I craved it.

The fingers disappeared and the Cock came back into view. It looked enormous. Angry. Red. Swelling with strength. I felt woozy. I was about to get fucked and I couldn't do anything about.

'Ooh baby, look at you.' The Cock cooed at me threateningly. 'I have exactly what you need.' I could only respond in a whisper. 'Please...'

'I love it when they beg,' the Cock said arrogantly. His face pushed against my lips. I resisted again but the lube and the force of his thrusts made it impossible to resist. My mouth spread impossibly wide. I felt like I was being torn apart.

He was in. The sensation was so overwhelming. I felt like I was being speared. He pushed forward impossibly. I could hear him now, muffled 'You're all mine now baby.' I couldn't talk. I just made choking noises in response.

It felt like he was endless. My lips gripped him so tightly. I could feel my cock losing it's hardness and my awareness was completely centered on this unwanted invasion. He stopped, my face was now pressed up directly against the guys crotch. I could feel the Cock pressing inevitably into me. I couldn't move.

He started to pull out. My traitorous lips clearly didn't want to let him go. His shaft exited, the head just behind my lips. My view was insane. I could see veins on his shaft, aggresively clear.

In one smooth motion, he pushed completely back in and my vision went white with ecstasy. I could feel my mouth and throat being coated with lube. Then out in one continuous motion.

And in again. I could taste something sweet and salty. His precum. I couldn't get enough. I realised I could squeeze my throat around him to get more of the delicious fluid out. I started to pulse all over him, humming in pleasure.

The motion started again. In and out. In and out. I was just a hole. A vessel to be filled. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. I was helpless to stop him.

The thrusts became stronger. I grunted helplessly, choking on the enormous Cock. I felt the Cock get larger in my mouth and throat. I couldn't believe I could stretch this far.

He shoved in deeper than before. I squealed around him. Shocked at how girlish I sounded, and I swear I could feel his satisfied smirk in response. His huge head expanded even more and I felt him pulsing inside me. Each pulse was accompanied by a burst of liquid smacking into what felt like the back of my throat. It was thick and buttery, tangy and salty. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to swallow it but it just sat there, thick and heavy. I could smell the ammonium.

'No' I gargled as he started to pull out. I tried to stop him but my lips weren't strong enough. I clearly wanted him to stay.

His head pulled out and my mouth wouldn't close. I looked at him as he hung there smugly, covered in my juices. I tried to speak again but just whimpered breathily. His thick cum wouldn't stay in my mouth as it started to drip out unendingly.

I was racked with shame. It was the most intense sensation I had ever felt and I wanted more. He pushed towards me again and my lips spread open at just his touch, thrumming around his head as he stopped at the entrance of my now impossibly wide tunnel.

His muffled voice was oddly satiated. 'Still straight boy?' I could only moan in pleasure around him. 'You want more?' He said cockily and I whined confusedly 'Please Daddy.' He laughed as the guy pulled him out.

His last words to me as my vision darkened again 'You'll always be my bitch now.'

I knew I had come earlier as I was being railed in spite of my flacidness; but it paled in comparison to what I felt as the Cock filled me up. Still, Sam was tugging me viciously up and down at the back but my awareness stubbornly refused to move away from being a hole.

As I began to black out, I couldn't help but wonder if I really wanted to change back. My last remembered sensation was the thick cum pooling in my mouth as my lips closed tightly.

I was after all, just a hole.